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My Legendary General System

Rubble moves, and a corpse arises from the dirt. He pushes charred wood off his legs, and scares away the crows that had just been about to peck his eyes. Colour returns to his cheeks so quickly as to terrify the snow from his face, forcing it to melt. The nearby rodents are reluctant to flee. They hide under the charred remains of what had been a town just a few days ago, and they greedily eye the giant youth who had seemingly just returned to life, muttering something about a “System”. Vol is granted strength so suddenly he hardly knows what to do with it. Of course, this strength is not all it seems. He isn’t foolish enough to think that it was given for free. A woman’s voice haunts him, in the back of his mind. It doesn’t speak words, but it reaches for his heart, with dark fingers. It tempts him towards something terrible, and with time, Vol can feel himself slowly slipping towards it. Great power ought to have been the gift of a hero. But heroes ought not have control of corpses like this. Vol is quick to kill, and even murder, but even he draws the line at interfering with the dead. The first time he used his power, and he saw corpses pulled together, and their limbs twisted, and their flesh fused, he felt sick. When he heard monstrous screams and he saw that fleshy mass begin to move, he felt terrified. He falls deeper into the sea of darkness, pulled by a force that he hardly knows. The stronger he gets, the more of his soul he loses. Some part of him holds back against going any further, against becoming even more of a monster. That is, until, one day, he catches a flash of silver amongst that sea, shining like a star. The silver infatuates him, just as it infatuates the many men that serve him. The rarest of all gems, he thinks. He couldn’t bring himself to think of it as human. He hordes it for himself, and in that dark sea of monstrosity that he swims in, he finds himself with a singular source of light, and he dares to go even deeper still, enough to upset the entirety of the continent. Join Vol as he wreaks havoc in the Yarmdon lands, warring for everything that he does not yet have.  

Nick_Alderson · Fantasy
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Battle - Part 5

Harland and Northy took their place beside him. "The winds… The winds changed, Boss. All of a sudden, it's whipping something devilish. Never felt wind like this in all my life."

"There are too many to count in the distance there, Vol," Harland said. His voice was calm, despite how pale his face looked. "What are we to do? Can we fight that many? We took on Ruddock, so it might not be impossible… but something about this feels different."

In response to that, Vol could offer no more than a grunt. The fact was indeed that they didn't yet know. Vol couldn't even tell one man from the other yet. They were still a thin black line to him. Of course, his Level System couldn't work at such a range either – not when he couldn't tell the men apart himself.

His every instinct told him to retreat, and to buy time, but in truth, what Vol wanted to do was buy resources. There were still things in Karsam that were of importance. Tools that they could use.